john chizoba vincent

Their Bloods Speak Of Their Pain - Poem by john chizoba vincent

THEIR BLOOD SPEAK OF PAINSMy teeth clapped in tears In my wobbled mouth The sky darkened at noonWords eluded my dried mouthAs I watched their bodies sprayedIn the crowded street with peopleGathered in pains, weeping and groaningThey stood alerted, each watching his backHell on earth, death flaps it happy wingsYet another feast for the vulturesYet another works of the holigans Who says western education is a sinThey never mind the ground who isSatisfied already but bomb and kill.

Their blood speak of their painsAs it goes down the gutter in agonyMother earth wept at the lost of beloved Children who ought have conquer and Rule in relation to the nature's call.